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Under his protection, or his aunt's, as he knew well, Mrs. Burgoyne could walk past those little pests of children, even the poor armless and legless horrors on the way to Albano, and give a firm adhesion to Miss Manisty's Scotch doctrines on the subject of begging. But by herself, she could not refuse she could not bear to be scowled on even for a moment.
She threw her arm round Lucy's waist, guiding her. And so, closely entwined, the two passed from Manisty's sight. The sun had already deserted the eastern side of the villa when, on the morning following these events, Lucy woke from a fitful sleep to find Benson standing beside her.
It was about half an hour since Eleanor had heard Manisty's cab arrive, and his voice in the library giving his orders to Alfredo. She and Lucy Foster and Aunt Pattie had already dispersed to their rooms. It was strange that he should have dined in town. It had been expressly arranged on their way to Rome that he should bring them back.
The touch of physical delicacy seemed to have brought back the child. Then, turning back to her companion, Eleanor saw the sudden softness in Manisty's face the alert expectancy of his attitude. 'What a wonderful oval of the head and cheek! he said under his breath, half to himself, half to her. 'Do you know, Eleanor, what she reminds me of? Eleanor shook her head.
Somehow, her spirits rose. She went to the door of the salon, and heard the carriage drive up that was to take them to Nemi. Across Manisty's room, she saw himself on the balcony lounging and smoking till the ladies should appear. The blue lake with its green shores sparkled beyond him. The day was brightening. Certainly let the bad news wait!
It was all she could do indeed not to laugh, so startling and passionate had been the monition conveyed in Mr. Manisty's signal. That the great man should take little notice of his aunt's guest was natural enough. But to be frowned upon the first evening, as though she were a troublesome child! she did not resent it at all, but it tickled her sense of humour.
She was carried back to the early time when she had just patiently adapted herself to Mr. Manisty's indifference and neglect, as she might have adapted herself to any other condition of life at the villa. She had made no efforts. It had seemed to her mere good manners to assume that he did not want the trouble of her acquaintance, and be done with it.
But one might have supposed that such claims on a friend's part would have annoyed a man of Manisty's equally marked but very different peculiarities. Not at all. He was patience and good temper itself on these occasions. 'Isn't he bon enfant? Mr. Neal said once to Mrs.
It opened out of the salon, and overlooked the Campagna. On the north-eastern side, Dalgetty, Alice Manisty's maid, sat sewing in a passage-room, which commanded the entrance to the glass passage her own door the door of the ante-room that Manisty had spoken of to Eleanor, and close beside her a third door which was half open communicating with Manisty's library.
But at the same time the depth and force of her nature promised rich developments in the future. She was still a daughter of New England, with many traits now fast disappearing; but for her, too, there was beginning that cosmopolitan transformation to which the women of her race lend themselves so readily. And it was Manisty's influence that was at work!
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